Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.